Just as Eve was made from Adam’s rib, so She, the Moon, is illuminated by His light.
She is meek and mild. Humble. Selfless.
For Her modesty, She is adored.
We look up to Her. We are the dogs and the wolves.
Every night, She rains down on us like manna from Heaven.
The two towers signify a threshold, a gateway, a place of change.
We are in a LIMINAL SPACE.
The subconscious mind is forever in the process of crawling to the surface of manifestation and Self-fruition.
Becoming…
The journey is never finished. The road goes on and on.
Death is not the end.